Lyrics David Waits - Caedmon's Call

Put your head upon my shoulder
Lay the hammer at your side
Storms inside this tiny artist
Dream in marble, shapes and light

Forging through to what's becoming
So much wearing at your heart
Though the knife and chisel break you
There will be a work of art

And you are throwing yourself at the stone
'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face
What your hands cannot break
And David waits

Speaking words over the darkness
Like the artist of the earth
In the image, daughter, father
Your creation, your rebirth

And you are throwing yourself at the stone
'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face
What your hands cannot break
And David waits

On the other side of brokenness
The way your heart connects to his
Both must be free for the beauty to be revealed

And you are throwing yourself at the stone
'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face
What your hands cannot break
And David waits